I don’t remember things that easily, but what I do remember in my almost-teenage years is that it was super cold outside. Like so cold you needed a bunch of jackets clinged to your skin just to survive the cold. But just putting on heaps of jackets wasn’t gonna get you anywhere. You also needed sweaters and warm boots and warm hats. But enough with that blabbering nonsense. Here’s the story.
12 years old at the time I lived with my grandparents in a crimson-red house near the mountains. Unlike all the beige houses with broken roofs and all the grey houses, our house was special. It was strong and sturdy with shiny windows. We stood out from all the houses in the mountains and it looked pretty too. But as much as I liked what it looked like on the outside, the energy was not as good.